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If you see a Google Drive link instead of source url, means that the file witch you will get after approval is just a summary of original book or the file has been already removed. Skip to content Home. Search for:. He lowered his nose and sniffed along the length of it. Im hoping that you can understand me, said Flora.

The squirrel raised his head. He stared at her. Wow, said Flora. Great, okay. I cant understand you. And thats a small problem. But well figure out a way to communicate, okay? Nod at me if you understand what Im saying. Like this.

Flora nodded. And Ulysses nodded back. Floras heart leaped up high in her chest. Im going to try and explain what happened to you, okay? Ulysses nodded his head very fast.

And again, Floras heart leaped up high inside of her in a hopeful and extremely uncynical kind of way. She closed her eyes. Dont hope, she told her heart.

Do not hope; instead, observe. According to. For instance, if you looked at your elderly aunt Edith choking on a piece of steak from the all-you-can-eat buffet and you told yourself, Man, I sure hope shes not choking, you would waste several valuable lifesaving, Heimlich maneuverperforming seconds. Do not hope; instead, observe were words that Flora, as a cynic, had found useful in the extreme. She repeated them to herself a lot. She opened her eyes.

She looked at the squirrel. What happened is that you got vacuumed. And because you got vacuumed, you might have, um, powers. Ulysses gave her a questioning look. Do you know what a superhero is? The squirrel continued to stare at her. Right, said Flora. Of course you dont. A superhero is someone with special powers, and he uses those powers to fight the forces of darkness and evil. Like Alfred T. Slipper, who is also Incandesto.

Ulysses blinked several times in a nervous kind of way. Look, said Flora. She pointed at Alfred in his janitor uniform. This is Alfred, and he is an unassuming, nearsighted, stuttering janitor who works cleaning the multifloor offices of the Paxatawket Life Insurance Company. He lives a quiet life in his studio apartment with only his parakeet, Dolores, for company. Ulysses looked down at the picture of Alfred and then up at Flora.

So, one day Alfred takes a tour of the Incandesto! Slipper get it? And so now, when there is a great crisis, when malfeasance is apparent, Alfred turns himself into. Flora flipped through the pages of the comic and stopped at the panel that showed the glowing, powerful Incandesto.

Slipper becomes a righteous pillar of light so painfully bright that the most heinous villain trembles before him and confesses! Flora realized that she was shouting the tiniest bit. She looked down at Ulysses. His eyes were enormous in his small face.

Flora tried to sound calm, reasonable. She lowered her voice. As Incandesto, she said, Alfred sheds light into the darkest corners of the universe. He can fly.

Also, he visits the elderly. And thats what a superhero is. And I think you might be one, too. At least, I think you have powers. So far, all we know about you is that youre really strong. Ulysses nodded. He puffed out his chest. Get down here. Dinner is ready. But what else can you do? And if you truly are a superhero, how will you fight evil? Ulysses furrowed his brow.

Flora bent down. She put her face close to his. Think about it, she said. Imagine what we might be able to do. Flora Belle! I can hear you up there talking to yourself. You shouldnt talk to yourself. People will hear you and think that youre strange. Im not talking to myself! Flora shouted. Well, then, with whom are you speaking? A squirrel!

There was a long silence from down below. And then her mother shouted, Thats not funny, Flora Belle. Get down here right now!

She put out her hand and touched his forehead with one finger. His eyes twitched, but they didnt open. She picked up the pillow and moved it carefully to the foot of the bed. Thats exactly right, she said. Before the divorce, before her father had moved out of the house and into an apartment, he had often sat beside her at night and read aloud to her from The Illuminated Adventures of the Amazing Incandesto!

It was his favorite comic. It always cheered him up to read about Alfred T. Slipper and Dolores. Her father did an excellent parakeet imitation. Holy bagumba! Holy unanticipated occurrences! Life was pretty exciting when you were Incandestos parakeet.

Flora sat up and looked down at the sleeping squirrel. It sounded better when her father said it. Not that he said it these days. He didnt say much of anything anymore. Her father had always been a sad, quiet man, but since the divorce, he had become even sadder and quieter.

Which was fine with Flora. Cynics dont like a lot of chatter. Besides, Alfred T. Slipper was a quiet man, too. For instance, when he was on his tour of the Incandesto!

Not even oops. DO NOT. Flora lay back down. If the squirrel were in a comic, she thought, what words would have appeared in the space over his head when he was sucked into the vacuum cleaner? That sounded good, too. Anything could happen. Together, she and Ulysses could change the world. Do not hope; instead, observe, Flora whispered to calm herself down. Just observe the squirrel. And then she fell asleep.

He woke in darkness. His heart was beating very fast. Something had happened. What was it? He couldnt think. He was too hungry to think. He sat up and looked around the room. He was in bed, and Floras feet were in his face.

She was snoring. He could see the outline of her round head. He loved that head. But, man, he was hungry. The door to the bedroom was open. Ulysses got off the pillow and went out of the room. He crept along the dark hallway. He went down the stairs and past the little shepherdess.

The house was dark, but there was a light on in the kitchen. The kitchen! That was exactly where he needed to be. He put his nose up. He sniffed. He smelled something cheesy, wonderful. He ran through the living room and the dining room and into the kitchen. He climbed up on the counter. And there it was! A lone cheese puff, perched on the edge of the red Formica countertop. He ate it. It was delicious.

Maybe there were more cheese puffs. He opened a cabinet. And, yes, there was a big bag with the beautiful word Cheese-o-mania written in golden script on the front of it. He ate until the bag was empty. And then he burped softly,. Flora Belle Buckman! Dont call me Flora Belle, Flora muttered. The room was bright with sunlight.

She had been dreaming something wonderful. She had been dreaming about a squirrel. In her dream, he was flying with his legs straight out in front of him and his tail straight out behind him.

He was a squirrel on his way to save someone! He looked supremely, magnificently heroic. Flora sat up and looked down at her feet. There was Ulysses, sleeping on the pillow.

And he did look heroic. In fact, he was glowing. Just like Incandesto! Except oranger. He was extremely orange. She leaned over Ulysses and reached out a finger to touch his ear. She held the finger up to the light. He was covered in cheese dust. Uh-oh, said Flora.

Im not kidding. Flora went down the stairs and past Mary Ann, whose cheeks were glowing a healthy and disgusting pink. Flora broke into a trot.

She found her mother standing in the kitchen in her bathrobe, staring at the typewriter. Whats this? She pointed at the typewriter. Thats your typewriter, said Flora. She knew that her mother was absentminded and preoccupied, but this was ridiculous.

How could she not recognize her own typewriter? I know its my typewriter, said her mother. Im talking about the piece of paper in it. Im talking about the words on the paper. Flora leaned forward. She squinted. She tried to make sense of the word typed at the top of the page. It was almost as good a word as Tootie.

Keep reading, said her mother. Born anew. Do you think thats funny? Not really, said Flora. Her heart was beating very fast in her chest. She felt dizzy. I have told you and told you to leave this typewriter alone, said her mother. I didnt. What goes on here is a serious business, said her mother. I am a professional writer. I am under deadline for this novel. This is no time for high jinks. Plus, you ate a whole bag of cheese puffs. I did not, said Flora.

Her mother pointed at an empty Cheese-o-mania bag on the counter. And then she pointed at the typewriter. Floras mother liked to point at things. You left cheese dust all over the typewriter. Thats disrespectful. And you simply cannot eat a whole bag of cheese puffs. Its not healthy. Youll become stout. But then another wave of dizziness came over her. The squirrel could type! Im sorry, said Flora in a small voice.

Well, said her mother. She raised her finger. She was obviously getting ready to point at something again. Fortunately, the doorbell rang. To say that the Buckman doorbell rang would be inaccurate.

Something had happened to the bell; its inner workings had become twisted, warped, confused, so that instead of emitting a pleasant ding or bong, the doorbell now sent an angry, windowshattering, you-guessed-the-wrong-answer-on-a-game-show kind of buzz through the Buckman house.

To Flora, the doorbell sounded like the electric chair. That particular installment of the comic had not contained any advice other than that it would be best to avoid getting to a place in your life where you might have to face the electric chair and any noises it was capable of making. Thats your father, said Floras mother. He rings that doorbell to make me feel guilty. The doorbell buzzed and crackled again. Flora didnt see. How could one person ringing a doorbell make another person feel guilty?

It was ridiculous. But then, just about everything that Floras mother said or wrote sounded faintly ridiculous to Flora. For example: On Feathered. Wings of Joy. Since when did joy have feathered wings? Dont just stand there, Flora Belle.

Go open the door. Let him in. Hes your father. Hes here to see you. Not me. The electric-chair knell of the doorbell sounded through the house again. For the love of Pete! Whats he doing?

Leaning on the thing? Go let him in, would you? Flora walked slowly through the dining room and into the living room. She shook her head in amazement. Upstairs, in her room, there was a squirrel who could lift a vacuum cleaner over his head with one paw. Upstairs, in her room, there was a squirrel who could type. Holy bagumba, thought Flora. Things are going to change around here.

Were going to be vanquishing villains left and right. She smiled a very large smile. The doorbell gave another outraged sizzle. Flora was still smiling when she unlocked the door and opened it wide.

It was not her father at the door. It was Tootie. Tootie Tickham! Tootie stepped through the door and into the living room, and then she stopped. Her eyes widened.

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